[ OPEN ]: Like the tender fire of stars.

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It is the nature of those who delve deep into the secrets of the Dark Side to work alone. While Warriors and other like minded Sith benefit from the camaraderie afforded by a group excursion, it is the natural way of the Sorcerer to seek knowledge on their own for the purposes of consolidation. This typically applies to the recovery of holocrons. For K'hlanu, the requisition of these Holy objects was considered a rite of passage among his clan. Those who seek ancient knowledge, they said, must be willing to seek it alone. Performing these feats of power and prestige alone only served to increase ones reputation. Training in the way of the blade, however, is entirely different. When hunting for artifacts, there was a singular goal that could be easily accomplished without obstruction, except for the occasional animal. Learning lightsaber combat, specifically the ways of the Saberstaff, all but required another individual. That was combat in its truest sense. A dance, a ritual between two participants that on most occasions ended with one ascending to the ethereal depths of unity with the Force. Where a lack of physical combatants anchored others' progress, a simulation could just as easily fix. Nimble fingers drew over the holopad, adjusting the settings for the training simulation. An average level, one he would become well accustomed to.

As much as he detests using the lightsaber, K'hlanu is not ignorant enough to assert that it plays no part in the daily lives of his Order. He cannot survive using the Dark Side alone. As the light blue display of the hologram device begins to coat the floor, the young man faces his false enemy, donning elegant cultist robes of an ancient group that has long since been lost to the annals of Sith lore. One hand grips the extended handle of his Saberstaff, and he steps forward onto the floor. Replacing the nebulous darkness lent to him by his robes, he places a decorative, cortosis mask over his face, lifting the black hood over the crown of his head. The visage of a young man, about his age, appeared in holographic form before him. A Jedi Padawan, wielding a green lightsaber. Unlike most Sith, K'hlanu takes a short bow before his opponent, flourishing his blades. In the otherwise dark room, the sabers glowing a deep red like the tender fire of gas giant stars in the night. A muffled voice came from behind the mask, uttering a ritualistic prayer.

"Galez tave jen' garthaz brauk won tu'iea yda," the voice chanted. May the Dark Side wipe free your sin, in the ancient tongue of the pureblood Sith.

Machines could not be wavered by the awe inspiring power of the Saberstaff. They only knew probability. Percents. A vertical swipe of the saberstaff, twenty five percent. A three hundred sixty degree spin, rendering a double blade assault; ten percent. An aerial attack, fifty percent. He went for the less obvious option; a three hundred sixty degree spin that lashed both blades in a circular motion against the holographic enemy, followed up by a reverse spin looking to cut at his opponent's right arm. It responded with a horizontal block. The Sith channeled the Force through his core, ejecting it through his legs in order to jump behind the Padawan, stabbing the blade into its back. The light flashed to the right as his opponent spun, avoiding the attack. A long day, indeed.

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K'hlanu took a breath, returning to his position in front of the module. He flourished the Saberstaff slowly, a circular motion, something that he's been practicing with vibroblades in order not to maim himself in the process. A rowing motion, both hands on each end of the hilt, swiveling them back and forth as if he were pedaling a boat down the river. He soon removed one hand, mimicking the motion with one hand. Thankfully, he'd picked up a training saber from the ancient halls to continue his practice. Now determined to locate the simulation's weakness, he allowed himself to do something most Sith would never consider; take the defensive. The Padawan advanced closer in the traditional Shii-Cho stance, slashing in horizontal patterns, then to vertical. As he could not push this simulated being back with the Force, K'hlanu shuffled back, hoping to attempt something. As the Padawan drew closer, arms ready to rend another horizontal slash toward the Sith's upper body, he returned the attack; his blade swinging forward in order to clash. The blade disappears.

A quick press of the activator stud disengages the crimson blade, and the Padawan stumbles forward. Immediately afterward, K'hlanu makes a sharp turn to the left, stabbing the blade into the side of the now off balance enemy. A technique known as 'Pass the Blade,' the style of Tràkata. If he could not be a master swordsman, he could surely use his opponent's momentum against them. Stabbed by the blade, the simulated hologram falls to the ground before fading in a puff of light. His breathing already grew labored and heavy, and he looks down toward the hilt in his hand. He was well aware that this technique was rather rare among the Sith. But K'hlanu was not the average Warrior. His lack of physical strength, even when empowered by the Dark Side, necessitated that he use other ways to gain the advantage over his enemies. The use of the Saberstaff played into this philosophy; a weapon against whom most Jedi were not trained to defend. It's flash and visual flare struck awe into those who stepped against it. In essence, Tràkata was merely an extension of this. It was in the nature of the Sith to exploit the weakness of their enemies while augmenting their own strengths. If he couldn't dispatch his foes through sheer force as the Warriors did, he would merely out-think them. Hidden behind the mask, prying orange eyes watched without fail, monitoring the simulation's movements to detect potential holes in its defense. Employing Tràkata, especially with the Saberstaff, would prove exceptionally useful.

Before re-setting the computer for another situation, the Acolyte left the arena, making his way to the ancient Chamber of Heresies. A majority of the Sith Masters were away, preparing to dispatch the various Rebel outposts settled among the outskirts of Sith space. If he were to join that fight, he would have to learn. And to learn, he would have to use Holocrons. There wasn't much available for Acolytes, entry level information on Force use and Lightsaber combat. He chose two, one on intermediate Saberstaff combat and another miscellaneous Force holocron for his own study later on. Returning to the dueling chamber, he placed the first Holocron upon an empty surface, allowing it to open. Inside, a mysterious voice creaked through the shadows, as holographic visions of an unnamed Sith wielding the weapon appeared. His movements were slowed, and the voice explained the kind of movements that were necessary to combat multiple foes at once. One does not need to master the Saberstaff to defeat one's enemies, it explained. One merely needs to understand the basic principles, as not to cut their own legs off in the process.

The voice continued to explain the movements, corroborated by the holographic footage, as K'hlanu began to adjust the computer. Two enemies, intermediate skill level. Stepping in the middle of the ring, two Padawan's appeared on either side of him, sabers drawn.
 

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Sorry for the short post, the next one will probably be longer!
The Anzat watched the man fight. The way he wove through the air, his robes swishing behind him, the saberstaff whirring through the silence, and the way he dispatched the targets was intriguing, to say the least. As the second holocron projected two more Padawans, the Sith stepped out of the shadows. "Greetings. My name is Alphonse, and I love the way you fight. Would you like to duel?" he spoke clearly, and bowed. Today, all he was wearing were black robes, as he was beginning to dislike his normal clothing.

The Acolyte reached into his cloak and pulled out his lightsaber, along with another training sword he'd grabbed. He had discovered a knack for fighting with dual-blades.
 
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